Dragon of Cripple Creek

Dragon of Cripple Creek — page 5
You give me a dollar I shrugged Fair enough The game was going well All clear he said dropping back behind the couch He cupped the dice C’mon Twelve twelve He rolled there was the six There was another six Twelve he said Was he catching on I reluctantly pulled out the coins he’d given me and let them fall through my fingers Hey he whined scrambling to pick them up This is what you gave me for a dollar I said Ninety-six cents He blinked at me I’m being generous I went on You still owe me a dollar A whole dollar He surrendered with a grunt My turn So far it was working better than I’d thought I could always or nearly always count on one die coming up six All I had to do was guess on the other one More often than not I got it right How long it took my opponent to suspect was the only risk involved That and Dad catching me Nine I said and rolled